Steph made sure Adele had water and fresh hay before going back to find Julia. Adele poked her head outside the stall and whinned to her owner. "Hey, hey! Where ya goin mate!"
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Oh baby, you can findme in the back of a Ford truck tailgate.
Sittin' 'round watchin' all these pretty things, gettin' down in that Georgia clay.
And I'll find peace at the bottom of a real tall cold drink, chillin' to some Skynyrd or some old Hank.
Lets get this thing started, it's my kind of party.
Lark awoke withthe scent of a dog sniffing around, nearby. It filled her nose. She was still behind the barn. She had lost track of time and fell asleep. She began to panic. The semi wild paint mare flicked her tail and snorted and began thinking of her getaway. She began pacing.
Apollo looked around. He snorted and took a bite of the feed that was in his bucket. He waited for Alex to come back.
Missy hung her head over her stall door. She nickered to Apollo "good morning." she said, Arabic accent flowing off her toungue fluently. She was often made fun of because of her accent. She flicked her tail, she scented the air, smelling an unknown horse. The scent was Comming from outside the wall behind her. She snorted and pawed the ground.
Adele hung her head outside her own door, the horses seeming to be chatting now. She called out to Apollo and Missy, especially Missy since she head the accent. Adele had an accent too, but Australian. "G'day everyone! I'm a new Brumby round' ere'."
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Oh baby, you can findme in the back of a Ford truck tailgate.
Sittin' 'round watchin' all these pretty things, gettin' down in that Georgia clay.
And I'll find peace at the bottom of a real tall cold drink, chillin' to some Skynyrd or some old Hank.
Lets get this thing started, it's my kind of party.
"hello, Adele... That is your name correct?" she asked politely. She looked at the mare and smiled, sensing a friendship blooming. She dipped her head, Ito a bow. Her greeting back in her old coutry.
Apollo nodded "hello, and welcome." he said smiling. The Freisian shook his head moving his long, wavy forelock from in front of his face.
Adele nodded her head a bit enthusiastically, sensing the same feeling. "That's right. Adele is my name sheila. And hello Bloke" She looked Apolo over, eyebrows raised. "I ain't ever' seen one like ya'!"
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Oh baby, you can findme in the back of a Ford truck tailgate.
Sittin' 'round watchin' all these pretty things, gettin' down in that Georgia clay.
And I'll find peace at the bottom of a real tall cold drink, chillin' to some Skynyrd or some old Hank.
Lets get this thing started, it's my kind of party.
Apollo looked at her. "really?" he asked. He flicked his tail, getting somewhat impatient. He wanted to go out to the pasture and give Dark Night a price of his mind for yesterday.
Missy nodded "well it's nice to met you." she said. She was still uneasy about the strange horse being just outside the wall bEhind her.
Adele gave a quick nod and looked down to the lock on her stall door. Muttered. "Crummy..." She barred her teeth and gripped the small steel bar, lifting it and sliding it out of place, the door swinging open. She whinnied and trotted out, looking at her two friends. "You guys wanna escape?"
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Oh baby, you can findme in the back of a Ford truck tailgate.
Sittin' 'round watchin' all these pretty things, gettin' down in that Georgia clay.
And I'll find peace at the bottom of a real tall cold drink, chillin' to some Skynyrd or some old Hank.
Lets get this thing started, it's my kind of party.
(the horse hiding outside the barn reminds me of a person putting a lampshade over their head. They can't see you, but you can surely see them!)
Adele grinned to herself and quickly undid Apollo's lock, stepping to the side so the stallion can charge out. She looked to Missy. "You sure? Last chance mate."
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Oh baby, you can findme in the back of a Ford truck tailgate.
Sittin' 'round watchin' all these pretty things, gettin' down in that Georgia clay.
And I'll find peace at the bottom of a real tall cold drink, chillin' to some Skynyrd or some old Hank.
Lets get this thing started, it's my kind of party.